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| 08c365f | this woman, moved by some private sorrow as much as the words being spoken, cried almost silently, unobserved by others, apart from Mma Ramotswe, who stretched out her hand and laid it on her shoulder. , she began to whisper, but changed her words even as she uttered them, and said quietly, . We should not tell people not to weep - we do it because of our sympathy for them - but we should really tell them that their tears are justified an.. | sorrow | Alexander McCall Smith | |
| 4ca4adb | International business, once allowed to stalk uncontrolled, killed the local, the small, the quirky. | economics quality | Alexander McCall Smith | |
| 703c6ca | If you take God out of it, then right and justice become small, human things. And weak things too. | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| 1f6c9a4 | It was a pointed sigh, as sighs sometimes are, not one cast into the air to evaporate, but one calculated to descend, precisely and with great effect, on a target. | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| bf44ae9 | There was far too much interest in the past, she thought. People were forever digging up events that had taken place a long time ago. And what was the point in doing this if the effect was merely to poison the present? | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| 65e0bed | We like to think that we plan what happens to us, but it is chance, surely, that lies behind so many of the great events of our lives -- the meeting with the person with whom we are destined to spend the rest of our days, the receiving of a piece of advice whic influences our choice of career, the spotting of a particular house for sale; all of these may be put down to pur chance, and yet they govern how our lives work out and how happy--or.. | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| 504e2a8 | There was so much suffering in Africa that it was tempting just to shrug your shoulders and walk away. But you can't do that, she thought. You just can't. | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| 9ce6dc1 | Everybody knows, she thought, that we have a skeleton underneath our skin; there's no reason to show it | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| d2803ee | After all, spinning is its own reward. There wouldn't be carousels if it weren't so. | Adam Gopnik | ||
| eeb9b47 | Fake realities will create fake humans. Or, fake humans will generate fake | Philip K. Dick | ||
| ec1dbc4 | Ruth said, "Love isn't just wanting another person the way you want to own an object you see in a store. That's just desire. You want to have it around, take it home and set it up somewhere in the apartment like a lamp. Love is"-she paused, reflecting-"like a father saving his children from a burning house, getting them out and denying himself. When you love you cease to live for yourself; you live for another person." | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 2ddab49 | The frogs hopping indoors agree that we are on a prison planet. They themselves are frog criminals that were convicted of doing frog crimes. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 8ea39a1 | Nothing. Heart pounding. Respiration and all somatic processes including all manner of diencephalic-controlled autonomic responses to crises: adrenalin greater heartbeat pulse rate glands pouring throat paralysed eyes staring bowels loose et al. Stomach queasy and sex instinct suppressed. And yet nothing to see nothing for body to do. Run All in preparation for panic flight. But where to and why Mr Tagomi asked himself. No clue. Therefor.. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| e9a32a9 | I am life,' the girl said. 'What?' he said, startled. 'To you, I am life. What are you, thirty-eight? Forty? What have you learned? Have you done anything? Look at me, look. I'm life and when you're done with me, some of it rubs off on you. You don't feel so old now, do you? With me here in the squib beside you.' Nick said, 'I'm thirty-four and I don't feel old. As a matter of fact, sitting here with you makes me feel older, not younger. No.. | youth | Philip K. Dick | |
| 835d9e3 | It will end, Childan thought. Someday. The very idea of place. Not governed and governing, but people. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 7248dde | self respect. self reliance. self control. | John Dos Passos | ||
| 881db7d | l'khT trtkb b`dd trdd l'nfs | mistakes | Naguib Mahfouz | |
| c4bc2e4 | In the calculus of good deeds you have the most to gain. | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| 7e57859 | Don't go back over the past. Let it depart, never to return. | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| 8aff77f | wr rdtn dny wshyTn, thz' mn tSmymn wtufsd `lyn nwyn lTyb@. | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| e94a282 | lHy@ l`jyb@ tmsH f~ lHZ@ mn l'Hzn m y`jz lmHyT `n Gslh, fh~ l'm lHnwn rGm m`mlth 'Hyn lqsy@ | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| 0decfbc | 'rwm b`th jdyd Hq, wywmdhk tSbH alm~ l shy' yTwyh lfn l~ l'bd, fymknn~ lq 'Hby'~ bqlb Sf wnfs nqy@ Thr@. | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| 8743e3e | nth~ `hd lt`s@ wlHrmn, wnqsh`t Zlm@ lnfs, wlHt Tl`w Hbybt~ b`d khtf Twyl m`dhb, wSrn 'Sdq ntbdl lbtsm ! y lh mn Hqyq@ l tSdq ! | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| 7c13a95 | lnqwd tkthr blSbr | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| e156aaa | Melanin is the black pigment which permits skins to appear other than white (black, brown, red and yellow). Melanin pigment coloration is the norm for the hue-man family. If there are non-white readers who disagree with this presentation of white rejection of the white-skinned self, may I refer you to the literature on the currently developing sun-tanning parlors. | white-supremacy | Frances Cress Welsing | |
| 1c78813 | He has one of those heads people think about cutting off." "Yes. He does." | Charlie Huston | ||
| 28f6785 | When I save, I lay something aside for future need. If I sense God's leading, I will give it away to meet greater needs. When I hoard, I'm unwilling to part with what I've saved to meet others' needs, because my possible future needs outweigh their actual present needs. I fail to love my neighbor as myself. | present future compassion hoarding stewardship needs sharing saving protection | Randy Alcorn | |
| deb76d3 | Nothing is more often misdiagnosed than our homesickness for Heaven. We think that what we want is sex, drugs, alcohol, a new job, a raise, a doctorate, a spouse, a large-screen television, a new car, a cabin in the woods, a condo in Hawaii. What we really want is the person we were made for, Jesus, and the place we were made for, Heaven. Nothing less can satisfy us. | Randy Alcorn | ||
| e85ec0e | For the Christian, death is not the end of adventure but a doorway from a wold where dreams and adventures shrink, to a world where dreams and adventures forever expand. | heaven death inspirational | Randy Alcorn | |
| 6d017f1 | Are we riding far tonight, Gandalf?" asked Merry after a while. "I don't know how you feel with small rag-tag dangling behind you; but the rag-tag is tired and will be glad to stop dangling and lie down." "So you heard that?" said Gandalf. "Don't let it rankle! Be thankful no longer words were aimed at you. He had his eyes on you. If it is any comfort to your pride, I should say that, at the moment, you and Pippin are more in his thoughts .. | rag-tag tokien peregrin meriadoc meriadoc-brandybuck merry-brandybuck peregrin-took pippin-took saruman hobbit hobbits merry the-lord-of-the-rings j-r-r-tolkien lord-of-the-rings wizards wizard | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| c62ff10 | all them things I don't know could get you killed if I come to know them | Annie Proulx | ||
| 79dea2e | But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines. | nonsense | James Joyce | |
| 4718676 | To my way of thinking the function of the poet is to make us aware of what we know and don't know we know. | poet | William S. Burroughs | |
| 9a4628a | What are Americans? We've got everything from sharecroppers to atomic physicist here, and there's certainly no uniformity in their thought processes. There's very little they have in common. In fact, Americans should we say, have less in common than any other nationality. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| faaed01 | The Industrial Revolution is primarily a virus revolution, dedicated to proliferation of identical objects and persons. You are making soap, you don't give a shit who buys your soap, the more the soapier. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| 3323390 | Neither should a ship rely on one small anchor, nor should life rest on a single hope. | Epictetus | ||
| e558f9d | When you do anything from a clear judgment that it ought to be done, never shrink from being seen to do it, even though the world should misunderstand it; for if you are not acting rightly, shun the action itself; if you are, why fear those who wrongly censure you? | responsibility | Epictetus | |
| 0cb3891 | The more we value things outside our control, the less control we have. | Epictetus | ||
| 200d4f8 | Sickness is a problem for the body, not the mind -- unless the mind decides that it is a problem. Lameness, too, is the body's problem, not the mind's. Say this to yourself whatever the circumstance and you will find without fail that the problem pertains to something else, not to you. | Epictetus | ||
| 711da51 | In this world, it's not enough to have a fine education. You need a piece of paper to prove you got it. | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 92def09 | What I do know is that wondering why you survived don't help you survive. | Jeannette Walls | ||
| c81d4f7 | What Dad didn't understand was that no matter how much he hated or feared the future, it was coming, and there was only one way to deal with it: by climbing aboard. | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 0f3b554 | Brian told Mom we needed to keep Maureen away from those nutty Pentecostals, but Mom said we all came to religion in our own individual ways and we each need to respect the religious practices of others, seeing as it was up to every human being to find his or her own way to heaven. | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 8f7d3a4 | Gray stood up and came round the desk. "Think of the words on that memorial, Wraysford. Think of those stinking towns and foul bloody villages whose names will be turned into some bogus glory by fat-arsed historians who have sat in London. We were there. As our punishment for God knows what, we were there, and our men died in each of those disgusting places. I hate their names. I hate the sound of them and the thought of them, which is why .. | Sebastian Faulks |